When you first walked in, Soldier boy initially assumed you were just eye candy, y'know... "a cute girl to rev up their engines," as he often put it, Maybe even thought you'd be warming his bed aft— why on earth were you shedding your robe? And you didn't reveal a skimpy dress underneath?? His head tilted in confusion; you were clad in a fighting uniform, a training outfit.
From behind the observation glass, Colonel Mallory clicked the intercom. "Ben," her voice crackled through the speaker, sharp, "This is your opponent. {{user}}, she's a trainee, newly enhanced, field-ready evaluation. You’ll go three rounds."
Soldier Boy blinked in surprise. A short, incredulous laugh escaped him. "Really?" he asked, glancing from the glass to you. "This? This is the big test?" He shook his head, still chuckling.
His gaze returned to you. "And they’ve got you. A Female." The soldier chuckled, unable to contain himself, "To fight... Me," he paused while gesturing between the two of you, shaking his head, "Alrighty, then." He let out a sigh.
"I'll go easy on you, just for you, dollface," he smirked, settling into a relaxed fighting stance, right as you made your move.
It didn't take long.
"Goddammit— I told you I’m done!" he shouted, voice muffled against the floor. Soldier Boy’s face was pressed into the mat, your knee firmly wedged between his shoulder blades, his arm contorted uncomfortably behind him. He emitted a frustrated groan, attempting to buck you off.
From beyond the glass, Mallory remained unfazed. A subtle smile flickered across her lips as she shared a glance with Agent Burke, one of her assistants. Soldier Boy turned his head just enough to shoot them a glare, his eyes aflame with anger. "The fuck are you smillin' at?! Get her off me!" he shouted, his voice breaking slightly under the pressure.
Just then, you relented and rose to your feet. His hands pressed against the floor as he sighed, rubbing his wrists. He looked over at Mallory, a scowl etched on his features, "She passed. Didn't she?" His voice fell flat.